Homelessness in New York City
Policymaking from Koch to de Blasio
Thomas J. Main
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Homelessness in New York City
Policymaking from Koch to de Blasio
Thomas J. Main
About This Book
Can American cities respond effectively to pressing social problems? Or, as many scholars have claimed, are urban politics so mired in stasis, gridlock and bureaucratic paralysis that dramatic policy change is impossible? Homelessness in New York City tells the remarkable story of how America’s largest city has struggled for more than thirty years to meet the crisis of modern homelessness through the landmark development, since the initiation of theCallahan v Careylitigation in 1979, of a municipal shelter system based on a court-enforced right to shelter. New York City now shelters more than 50,000 otherwise homeless people at an annual cost of more than $1 billion in the largest and most complex shelter system in the world. Establishing the right to shelter was a dramatic break with long established practice. Developing and managing the shelter system required the city to repeatedly overcome daunting challenges, from dealing with mentally ill street dwellers to confronting community opposition to shelter placement. In the course of these efforts many classic dilemmas in social policy and public administration arose. Does adequate provision for the poor create perverse incentives? Can courts manage recalcitrant bureaucracies? Is poverty rooted in economic structures or personal behavior? The tale of how five mayors—Koch, Dinkins, Giuliani, Bloomberg and de Blasio—have wrestled with these problems is one of caution and hope: the task is difficult and success is never unqualified, but positive change is possible. Homelessness in New York City tells the remarkable story of what happened—for good and sometimes less good—when New York established the right to shelter.
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The Beginnings of Homelessness Policy under Koch
[t]he doorway of the Chase Manhattan Bank is one of half a dozen recessed entry ways on Lexington Avenue between 42nd and 44th Streets that serve as places to sleep for homeless and penniless vagrants drawn to the anonymity of the Grand Central Terminal area. . . .There are numerous places for doorway sleepers around the city: Pennsylvania Station, the Port Authority bus terminal, Herald Square. Some sites, in Chinatown and along the Upper East Side, are new. All have seen an influx in recent years of derelicts, many of whom formerly slept along the Bowery but who have dispersed largely because of police âclean-upâ drives.2
For whatever reason, substantial numbers of derelicts are now visible far from the Boweryâin and around Grand Central Terminal and Pennsylvania Station, near Gramercy Park, on Lexington Avenue in the 30âs, on Broadway from the 70âs through the 90âs and in construction sites anywhere, particularly those that have aluminum corridors for pedestrians.There are also derelicts who regularly sleep in the darkened archways and alleys of city buildings in lower Manhattan. The police report an increase in the number of derelicts living under the Boardwalk at Coney Island, under the Brooklyn Bridge, near the old Police Headquarters at 100 Center Street, and on 125th Street in Harlem.3
[t]he Bowery scene has spread. In the late hours vagrants can now be found singly and in twos and threes in the triangles on Broadway from Herald Square to 72nd Street, along the southern edge of Central Park, in the side streets of Times Square, around the fountained plazas of the Avenue of the Americas, along Lexington Avenue above 42nd Street, in the small parks of the Lower East Side and in Trinity Place. . . .In a three-mile walk on the West Side one recent summer night, a reporter saw about 50 vagrants. Half a dozen were shopping-bag ladies, who bridled fiercely when approached. The rest were apathetic or asleep, several were dead drunk and many had bottles bulging from pockets.On a stairway leading to the garage beneath the Coliseum, on Columbus Circle, a barelegged woman in her 30âs slept. On the floor of the menâs room below a young man sprawled unconscious among his ragged belongings.4
In the summer of 1980. . . . [o]n the outside plaza of the Garden alone, it was not unusual to find 75 men and women sleeping there at dawn.Another quick count, made between 5:30 and 6:00 on a summer morning in 1982, revealed 62 men and women sleeping along the southern perimeter of Central Park. The outreach team serving homeless people in the park reported that there were at least a hundred living there on a relatively permanent basis. The director of security for Amtrak at Penn Station estimated that at the time about 150 homeless people âconsider[ed] the station home.â In a single month, mid-January to mid-February 1984, the outreach team serving the Port Authority Bus Terminal made 2,400 contacts (including, no doubt, many duplications) with homeless people in the station.In many areas of Manhattan (the region I explored most intensively), men could be found sleeping wherever haven, however tentative, presented itself: in the steam tunnels that ran under Park Avenue, alongside railroad tracks and service yards; in vest-pocket parks, recessed doorways, and storefronts along major thoroughfares; in abandoned buildings and deserted subway stations; in the loading bays of manufacturing firms; in storage bunkers below the entrance ramps to highways; in the lower stairwells and basements of unlocked tenements; under bridges and in parking lots; and in makeshift camps along unused rail lines, closed highways, and derelict freight yards. In the early morning hours, some public places resembled nomadic encampments, with linked cardboard boxes serving as individual sleeping quarters. . . .Things had changed on the street since the days of skid row, and the changes were apparent to anyone who had spent time there.5
But the place was frightening. . . . [I]t was a huge building, with huge cavernous spaces and there were echoes everywhere. And you would see hundreds of people going around in very, very bad . . . physical shape. . . . You would drive past them on the Bowery and youâd see them bloody and incoherent on the street, well they would be the same way in the shelter. And there were hundreds of them. And the place was dark and loud and had bad smells and it was a little bit like entering Danteâs Inferno. . . . And it had been there for decades.7